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Niagara Falls

Prologue
The Buffalo night was filled with Fall’s crisp sting as Jones Nevada walked up the steep trail that remained unnamed. As for the trail, it was filled with treacherous drops and unexpected twists and turns. The trees hung low, as Jones Nevada continued his dangerous trip solemnly. He knew there was a curse, and he was going to take no chances with the unnamed yet sacred hill and trail. Suddenly, a twig under Jones snapped, and sent Jones flying to his doom. The only words he dared to mutter were “Tell Trevor Ferrell to come here and…” then he was gone from us.

    The First And Only Chapter
Trevor Ferrell was a miller in Buffalo. He worked at Horse Power Mills and lived with his wife, Georgia Ferrell, and his son, Julian Ferrell. Trevor was a good friend of Jones Nevada, and when the news arrived that Jones was supposedly dead because of the treacherous hill, he was in a bitter state for many days, at least two weeks. Each night, Trevor had the same dream : a dream about Jones Nevada falling down to his death, screaming for Trevor Ferrell. Trevor would always wake up, screaming “Jones, Jones, are you o.k.!?” On the anniversary of Jones death, a month after it happened, Trevor decided to go and search for Jones Nevada. “I have a debt to pay.” said Trevor to Georgia Ferrell as he went to begin his search.

Trevor’s house was extremely far away from the hill, and Niagara Falls stood between the path that Trevor planned to take. As he first started his journey, he shook with fear. The cool, fall days had slowly become crisp, frigid winter days with no sign of heat. His confidence picked up as he spotted Niagara Falls, getting the sense that he was heading in the right direction. Once he came within three feet of the Falls, his confidence dropped greatly. The Falls seemed to stand as a great barricade to the hill of his appointed goal. As he walked along the Falls, he was pulled by an urge to jump into the Falls. He resisted quite well, but only until he got to the top.

His confidence had been brought back up a bit too high, and he taunted the Falls, incredibly showing some braveness. He got a little too brave, though. Suddenly, about a half-mile up from the beginning of the falls, he fell in the current, and flailed helplessly as the current took him towards the Falls. He screamed for help, but there was nobody there.

As he was tossed and turned about from the current, Trevor still screamed for help. “Help, help, God, help me!’” he screamed. Nobody answered, and all the current did was quicken up. He neared the Falls, and soon the edge of the plunge would be visible to Trevor. As soon as he saw the Falls’ line of death, he started to pray. He prayed ‘Jones Nevada, if you’re in heaven, please hear me : I need your help. I’m on my way to instant death, a thing I don’t want to tryout for at least thirty more years. Please, help me.’ Suddenly, out of nowhere, a man appeared, standing on the edge of the river that led to the Falls. The man shouted “Look, there he is! Rescue him!” Amazingly, seven firefighters appeared from behind him, and threw a sturdy looking rope toward Trevor, telling him to hold on. The rope missed Trevor, and soon Trevor was engulfed in the Falls’ deep drop and bubbly water. The firemen were too late. “Jones, you tried…” said Trevor as he died.

Once news reached the Ferrell household, Georgia and Julian welled up with tears. The job had to be done by somebody, but who? The decision was made by the mayor that Frederick Irving from Ontario would search for Jones Nevada. We will continue our story from there…

“I have to go on important business,” said Frederick Irving to his wife. Little did he know that in his far-off future, he would regret those words completely. There had been word around Ontario that Frederick would carry out an important expedition. Of course, this rumor was fully true. Also, there had word that Frederick would be assigned an assistant. The assistant’s name was Niagara Yellowstone. “What a fitting name for someone who’s going on an expedition where somebody recently died in Niagara Falls the last time he tried to find somebody,” Frederick remarked when he received the news. The name was fitting, but in a completely different way.

The expedition began on the first day of Spring. The day was a clear, crisp, all-around beautiful day for hiking. In the start of the expedition, that is. Once they reached the border between Canada, Buffalo pounded them with fog, fog, and more fog. It started to rain when they were just about around the 5th mile from the border. The trees along the path they took hung extremely low. “Kind of makes you want to turn back, eh Niagara?” questioned Frederick Irving menacingly with a laugh. “No, sir,” said Niagara Yellowstone with a recently subtle confidence. “It makes me want to get there faster.” ‘Ah, the strong type, eh?’ thought Frederick. ‘We’ll just see that confidence fade rather quickly, now won’t we…’

It was two days later, and nobody had received any contact from Frederick Irving or Niagara Yellowstone. That is, until the noon bell rang. As soon as the clock struck 12:00, they appeared out of the deep, dark forest thick with foliage. The day had been bitter and cold, all leading up to this moment in time. Once about everybody had received the news that they had been spotted, the sky had cleared up enough that there were only seven clouds in the sky. That amount would slowly begin to regroup once again.

As Niagara Yellowstone and Frederick Irving went to see the mayor about directions, a whole group surrounded them, chanting “Find Jones Nevada, find Jones Nevada!” They would, but in a different way then expected.

When they reached the mayor’s house, the group had grown in size, and it seemed impossible, but the whole reason it existed was because of one man. The mayor told, them to go to Niagara Falls, then go up the trail near by it. Following them getting off the trail, they would hike for about 4 miles, then they would reach a forest that was at least double the foliage the forest that they had protruded from. Then, they should check the foot stones of the trail, looking for Jones Nevada. Once they found him, dead or alive, they would shoot up a firework that would clearly show their position. “Don’t be worried if he’s dead, that’s expected over here in Buffalo,” said the mayor. Niagara Yellowstone and Frederick Irving had a mind for him to be dead.

Once they had finished the instruction session, Niagara and Frederick were on their way to finish a riot all caused by the now-named Niagara Trail. “What a nuisance that trail has been, eh Niagara?” questioned Frederick, who now had trust in Niagara. “Yeah, it brought us all the way from Ontario to Buffalo just because it killed some guy.” answered Niagara, now a bit angry at Jones Nevada for dying on the stupid hill in the first place, and even angrier at Trevor Ferrell for being dumb enough to tease Niagara Falls. They were taking no chances, though. They seemed to be caution-prone people as they neared Niagara Falls, looking down at each step they took. As they’ll learn, they took the correct precautions, but they took them a bit early.

As they neared the beginning of the river that led toward Niagara Falls, Niagara Yellowstone and Frederick Irving were a bit skeptical of their luck. Nobody had been injured, and the weather had been beautiful all day. “I’m not sure I feel so safe right about now,” said Niagara. “I mean, the day’s been perfect. How about you, Frederick?”… There was no answer “Frederick? Where’d you go?” Soon, he heard a distress call. It was coming from the Niagara River. “Frederick, what are you doing there!?” called Niagara as soon as he found Frederick, who was in the water, being pulled by the current, and heading for the Falls just like Trevor Ferrell. “Not another death from the Falls.” said Niagara, whose strength did not show in his voice, what with being tired from the hike and all. “I was just getting cooled off, when I slipped and fell in!” screamed Frederick with extreme worry making a quick and unexpected visit to his voice. Just a minute ago, the line of the Falls had seemed so distant to Frederick. Now, it was closing in at an amazing rate, a rate that seemed a bit excessive to Frederick.

“Frederick, hold on, I’ll get you out of there!” shouted Niagara Yellowstone as the rapidly growing current took Frederick Irving toward his death. Niagara took a rope out of his supposedly unimportant knapsack, and threw it to Frederick. “Catch it, and hold on tight, Frederick!” shouted Niagara. The Falls line was closing in yard by yard, closer and closer, each minute. Niagara pulled on the rope as strong as he could, and the strength gave way to success. The pull dealt out defeat to the current of the river. The Falls line was now slowly but surely disappearing. At least they thought so.

Once they got within six yards of the river line, they both eased their grip on the rope that connected them. Just then, the current picked up again, and it’s strength pulled the rope and Frederick Irving down the river, and left Niagara Yellowstone grabbing at air instead of Frederick. “Frederick, no!” yelled Niagara as his traveling companion floated downstream, and out of his reach. Soon, the Falls line was rapidly increasing it’s rate of sight. Soon, it seemed there were six yards between Frederick Irving and his death. There was double that length, but it was shortening quickly. As suddenly as Frederick had come in to the world, he went out.

“Frederick, no! No, no, no!” shouted Niagara Yellowstone as he saw his traveling partner, whom he had come all the way from Ontario with, fall down to the depths of Niagara Falls. His Falls. Niagara knew he needed to continue his trek, he just needed some mental rest. As soon as he had gotten it, he continued on his way to Niagara Trail.

The fog once again mounted as soon Niagara Yellowstone had gone about three miles. In the far-off distance, he spotted a shadow that looked an awful lot like a mountain. He wondered if the trail could possibly be in front of him. It had been four days since he had left his home, and for two days, he hadn’t received any positive progress, or at least from what he could tell.

As Niagara Yellowstone approached the shadow, he used extreme caution. It seemed anything could go wrong, at any sudden turn. As the day went on, it only got darker and foggier. When it seemed the day couldn’t get uglier, Niagara tripped over an enormous stick. As he looked up, he saw trees after trees in front of him, paired with a thin, narrow line of dirt and pebbles. ‘It must be the trail!’ thought Niagara. As  soon as he got within five yards of the shadow, he confirmed that it was the trail. As he searched the very bottom, he found something very hard. He leaned down toward it. As soon as he could see the outline of the object, he found out and discovered that it was a man. A dead man that had been dead for many days. “Jones Nevada!” he exclaimed in utter amazement as his journey was finally done.

As soon Niagara Yellowstone got over the feeling of discovering someone important dead, he ran until he could see the Falls line. There was a racket coming from the footsteps of the Falls. Niagara said “Could it be them finding Frederick?” he wondered out loud, with an enormous amount of hope in his voice. As he would soon learn…No, it wasn’t.

Once Niagara got to the bottom, he found out that he was wrong. It was the exact opposite, he found out, as he asked a fireman “What happened here?” with an uncertain joy. “Somebody was found dead here. You know that guy that went out with Niagara Yellowstone to find that dead guy? Well, he was just found dead at the bottom of the falls. By the way, what happened to that Niagara guy, anyway?” answered the fireman. “That ‘Niagara Guy’ you mentioned is standing in front of you and talking to you as we speak.” said Niagara solemnly. Then, without waiting for an answer from the now what seemed speechless fireman, he walked away rather quickly to tell the mayor the news.

On his way, Niagara ran in to many people who said either “Hey, you’re the guy that went looking for Jones Nevada, eh? What happened to him?” or “What happened to Mr. Nevada?” , and Niagara would just answer “He’s dead.”

As soon as he arrived in front of the Mayor’s house, the guards recognized Niagara, and quickly let him in with anxious look in their eyes. Once Niagara entered the house, the mayor came running into the hallway, eager for the news. “Mayor,” said Niagara in a sad tone “I’m sorry to report that Jones Nevada is dead.” “I’m not surprised,” said a rather calm and at ease Mayor. “I mean, he was out there for over a month and a half without food. I didn’t expect him to make it.” He seemed a little too calm to Niagara, but that wasn’t his concern.

As Niagara headed toward the door of the mayor’s house, the Mayor said “What about your payment, Niagara?” in a sweet  tone. “What do you mean?” asked Niagara cautiously. “Is this some kind of joke?” “No joke. I swear.” said the mayor, now speaking seriously. “Your payment will be $1,200,” said the Mayor with happiness in his voice. “Because you ended a string of deaths.” “Wow. Thanks mayor, thanks so much. Now, if you don’t mind, I have to go home and take the news to my wife and children!” exclaimed a now jubilant Niagara. But just when things where going right, Niagara would learn that a trip from Buffalo to Ontario was much harder than a trip from Ontario, especially when you only have one person.

When Niagara Yellowstone, the now Buffalo-Famous adventurer, went to journey on his own through the wilderness of the Buffalo Forest, people trailed after him like stray dogs. They chanted “Niagara,…Niagara,…Niagara!” until he told them to turn around, and go home. Once he was within fifteen yards of the border, he started running, as if it was instinct. He knew he had at least two days ‘til he got home. Soon, fog had once again surrounded him. It got dark, almost as dark as night, when Niagara knew it was only 1:00 in the afternoon. He thought to himself ‘Boy, and I thought that the situation was bad when I crossed the border from Canada to U.S.A. with Frederick.’ He would soon realize that is was bad then, but the forecast was going to get even worse then, as he was going to have some atrocious on his trip home.

As Niagara ventured through the evil forest, he came to a small river he hadn’t crossed on his way to Buffalo. “Hello, what’s this?” questioned Niagara to himself. “The water does seem clean, and I like water any time.” So he took a drink. That would be the only unsuspected nourishment that Niagara would get. It would be two whole days until he got home, and he knew that he would get extremely thirsty, so he got some of the water in a canteen that he had picked up back in Buffalo. It was a good idea to do, as you will soon learn.

As the second of three days neared it’s finish, Niagara had two thirds of the water left. As you can tell, he drank it wisely. “Boy, I’m getting worried,” said an afraid and jittery Niagara. “I probably took a wrong turn somewhere.” But that  wasn’t true. He was on the right track the whole way. When he crossed from the wilderness into Ontario, he was astounded to see buildings, because he had no clue that he was already in Ontario. That night, he slept seven miles from downtown. He thought to himself, before he went to himself ‘This will be great! I’ll be there in no time!’ He was mistaken. Greatly mistaken.

As of 9:00 the next morning, there was only one eighth left of the water. Niagara had been a bit thirsty the night before, as you can clearly tell. When he woke up, he was drenched in rain. There had been a horrible storm the last night. As he ventured toward downtown, he tripped over a stone. The stone had what seemed to Niagara red paint on it. That was only one possibility, though. “It could be blood!” shouted Niagara out loud. He bent down, and felt the red substance. Paint. “Phew! I really thought that it was blood for a second.” said a relaxed Niagara. The rest of the trip went very smoothly. As soon as he got home, his wife, Susan, and his kids, Gordie and Sedric surprised him with a celebration party. That was the end of Niagara Yellowstone’s excitement, but not his life’s story.

     Epilogue

“I have a package for Mr. Niagara Yellowstone. Is this the correct house?” asked the bike courier, in Asbury Park, New Jersey. “Yes it is,” answered Susan Yellowstone. “Niagara, you have a package!” shouted Susan into their mansion. “For me? Wow…46 years old, and I’m still getting mail from the old mayor in Buffalo!” It was true : 24 years since then ‘Niagara Incident’, the Mayor of Buffalo still sent him mail. “I wonder what’s going on in his family now?” thought Niagara out loud. “I wonder if the family had something special, like a marriage!” thought Niagara’s son, Gordie Jules, who had just had a wedding of his own. He was right on the mark with his prediction.

The package contained a letter that read as follows:

Dear Niagara Yellowstone,

Niagara, it seems impossible, but already 24 years have passed since the ‘Niagara Incident’. My son Thomas Redding, who as you know was born shortly after the end of the Incident, just had his wedding. In fact, it was a week ago exactly. Anyway, he married a wonderful young lady named Wendy Cassidy. He now goes by the name Thomas Cassidy, and lives in New York City. It was a great wedding, as everything went very smoothly. I surely hope to receive a message back from you soon!

Sincerely,
Louis Redding, The Former Mayor of Buffalo

Description
Niagara Falls

Prologue
The Buffalo night was filled with Fall’s crisp sting as Jones Nevada walked up the steep trail that remained unnamed. As for the trail, it was filled with treacherous drops and unexpected twists and turns. The trees hung low, as Jones Nevada continued his dangerous trip solemnly. He knew there was a curse, and he was going to take no chances with the unnamed yet sacred hill and trail. Suddenly, a twig under Jones snapped, and sent Jones flying to his doom. The only words he dared to mutter were “Tell Trevor Ferrell to come here and…” then he was gone from us.

    The First And Only Chapter
Trevor Ferrell was a miller in Buffalo. He worked at Horse Power Mills and lived with his wife, Georgia Ferrell, and his son, Julian Ferrell. Trevor was a good friend of Jones Nevada, and when the news arrived that Jones was supposedly dead because of the treacherous hill, he was in a bitter state for many days, at least two weeks. Each night, Trevor had the same dream : a dream about Jones Nevada falling down to his death, screaming for Trevor Ferrell. Trevor would always wake up, screaming “Jones, Jones, are you o.k.!?” On the anniversary of Jones death, a month after it happened, Trevor decided to go and search for Jones Nevada. “I have a debt to pay.” said Trevor to Georgia Ferrell as he went to begin his search.

Trevor’s house was extremely far away from the hill, and Niagara Falls stood between the path that Trevor planned to take. As he first started his journey, he shook with fear. The cool, fall days had slowly become crisp, frigid winter days with no sign of heat. His confidence picked up as he spotted Niagara Falls, getting the sense that he was heading in the right direction. Once he came within three feet of the Falls, his confidence dropped greatly. The Falls seemed to stand as a great barricade to the hill of his appointed goal. As he walked along the Falls, he was pulled by an urge to jump into the Falls. He resisted quite well, but only until he got to the top.

His confidence had been brought back up a bit too high, and he taunted the Falls, incredibly showing some braveness. He got a little too brave, though. Suddenly, about a half-mile up from the beginning of the falls, he fell in the current, and flailed helplessly as the current took him towards the Falls. He screamed for help, but there was nobody there.

As he was tossed and turned about from the current, Trevor still screamed for help. “Help, help, God, help me!’” he screamed. Nobody answered, and all the current did was quicken up. He neared the Falls, and soon the edge of the plunge would be visible to Trevor. As soon as he saw the Falls’ line of death, he started to pray. He prayed ‘Jones Nevada, if you’re in heaven, please hear me : I need your help. I’m on my way to instant death, a thing I don’t want to tryout for at least thirty more years. Please, help me.’ Suddenly, out of nowhere, a man appeared, standing on the edge of the river that led to the Falls. The man shouted “Look, there he is! Rescue him!” Amazingly, seven firefighters appeared from behind him, and threw a sturdy looking rope toward Trevor, telling him to hold on. The rope missed Trevor, and soon Trevor was engulfed in the Falls’ deep drop and bubbly water. The firemen were too late. “Jones, you tried…” said Trevor as he died.

Once news reached the Ferrell household, Georgia and Julian welled up with tears. The job had to be done by somebody, but who? The decision was made by the mayor that Frederick Irving from Ontario would search for Jones Nevada. We will continue our story from there…

“I have to go on important business,” said Frederick Irving to his wife. Little did he know that in his far-off future, he would regret those words completely. There had been word around Ontario that Frederick would carry out an important expedition. Of course, this rumor was fully true. Also, there had word that Frederick would be assigned an assistant. The assistant’s name was Niagara Yellowstone. “What a fitting name for someone who’s going on an expedition where somebody recently died in Niagara Falls the last time he tried to find somebody,” Frederick remarked when he received the news. The name was fitting, but in a completely different way.

The expedition began on the first day of Spring. The day was a clear, crisp, all-around beautiful day for hiking. In the start of the expedition, that is. Once they reached the border between Canada, Buffalo pounded them with fog, fog, and more fog. It started to rain when they were just about around the 5th mile from the border. The trees along the path they took hung extremely low. “Kind of makes you want to turn back, eh Niagara?” questioned Frederick Irving menacingly with a laugh. “No, sir,” said Niagara Yellowstone with a recently subtle confidence. “It makes me want to get there faster.” ‘Ah, the strong type, eh?’ thought Frederick. ‘We’ll just see that confidence fade rather quickly, now won’t we…’

It was two days later, and nobody had received any contact from Frederick Irving or Niagara Yellowstone. That is, until the noon bell rang. As soon as the clock struck 12:00, they appeared out of the deep, dark forest thick with foliage. The day had been bitter and cold, all leading up to this moment in time. Once about everybody had received the news that they had been spotted, the sky had cleared up enough that there were only seven clouds in the sky. That amount would slowly begin to regroup once again.

As Niagara Yellowstone and Frederick Irving went to see the mayor about directions, a whole group surrounded them, chanting “Find Jones Nevada, find Jones Nevada!” They would, but in a different way then expected.

When they reached the mayor’s house, the group had grown in size, and it seemed impossible, but the whole reason it existed was because of one man. The mayor told, them to go to Niagara Falls, then go up the trail near by it. Following them getting off the trail, they would hike for about 4 miles, then they would reach a forest that was at least double the foliage the forest that they had protruded from. Then, they should check the foot stones of the trail, looking for Jones Nevada. Once they found him, dead or alive, they would shoot up a firework that would clearly show their position. “Don’t be worried if he’s dead, that’s expected over here in Buffalo,” said the mayor. Niagara Yellowstone and Frederick Irving had a mind for him to be dead.

Once they had finished the instruction session, Niagara and Frederick were on their way to finish a riot all caused by the now-named Niagara Trail. “What a nuisance that trail has been, eh Niagara?” questioned Frederick, who now had trust in Niagara. “Yeah, it brought us all the way from Ontario to Buffalo just because it killed some guy.” answered Niagara, now a bit angry at Jones Nevada for dying on the stupid hill in the first place, and even angrier at Trevor Ferrell for being dumb enough to tease Niagara Falls. They were taking no chances, though. They seemed to be caution-prone people as they neared Niagara Falls, looking down at each step they took. As they’ll learn, they took the correct precautions, but they took them a bit early.

As they neared the beginning of the river that led toward Niagara Falls, Niagara Yellowstone and Frederick Irving were a bit skeptical of their luck. Nobody had been injured, and the weather had been beautiful all day. “I’m not sure I feel so safe right about now,” said Niagara. “I mean, the day’s been perfect. How about you, Frederick?”… There was no answer “Frederick? Where’d you go?” Soon, he heard a distress call. It was coming from the Niagara River. “Frederick, what are you doing there!?” called Niagara as soon as he found Frederick, who was in the water, being pulled by the current, and heading for the Falls just like Trevor Ferrell. “Not another death from the Falls.” said Niagara, whose strength did not show in his voice, what with being tired from the hike and all. “I was just getting cooled off, when I slipped and fell in!” screamed Frederick with extreme worry making a quick and unexpected visit to his voice. Just a minute ago, the line of the Falls had seemed so distant to Frederick. Now, it was closing in at an amazing rate, a rate that seemed a bit excessive to Frederick.

“Frederick, hold on, I’ll get you out of there!” shouted Niagara Yellowstone as the rapidly growing current took Frederick Irving toward his death. Niagara took a rope out of his supposedly unimportant knapsack, and threw it to Frederick. “Catch it, and hold on tight, Frederick!” shouted Niagara. The Falls line was closing in yard by yard, closer and closer, each minute. Niagara pulled on the rope as strong as he could, and the strength gave way to success. The pull dealt out defeat to the current of the river. The Falls line was now slowly but surely disappearing. At least they thought so.

Once they got within six yards of the river line, they both eased their grip on the rope that connected them. Just then, the current picked up again, and it’s strength pulled the rope and Frederick Irving down the river, and left Niagara Yellowstone grabbing at air instead of Frederick. “Frederick, no!” yelled Niagara as his traveling companion floated downstream, and out of his reach. Soon, the Falls line was rapidly increasing it’s rate of sight. Soon, it seemed there were six yards between Frederick Irving and his death. There was double that length, but it was shortening quickly. As suddenly as Frederick had come in to the world, he went out.

“Frederick, no! No, no, no!” shouted Niagara Yellowstone as he saw his traveling partner, whom he had come all the way from Ontario with, fall down to the depths of Niagara Falls. His Falls. Niagara knew he needed to continue his trek, he just needed some mental rest. As soon as he had gotten it, he continued on his way to Niagara Trail.

The fog once again mounted as soon Niagara Yellowstone had gone about three miles. In the far-off distance, he spotted a shadow that looked an awful lot like a mountain. He wondered if the trail could possibly be in front of him. It had been four days since he had left his home, and for two days, he hadn’t received any positive progress, or at least from what he could tell.

As Niagara Yellowstone approached the shadow, he used extreme caution. It seemed anything could go wrong, at any sudden turn. As the day went on, it only got darker and foggier. When it seemed the day couldn’t get uglier, Niagara tripped over an enormous stick. As he looked up, he saw trees after trees in front of him, paired with a thin, narrow line of dirt and pebbles. ‘It must be the trail!’ thought Niagara. As  soon as he got within five yards of the shadow, he confirmed that it was the trail. As he searched the very bottom, he found something very hard. He leaned down toward it. As soon as he could see the outline of the object, he found out and discovered that it was a man. A dead man that had been dead for many days. “Jones Nevada!” he exclaimed in utter amazement as his journey was finally done.

As soon Niagara Yellowstone got over the feeling of discovering someone important dead, he ran until he could see the Falls line. There was a racket coming from the footsteps of the Falls. Niagara said “Could it be them finding Frederick?” he wondered out loud, with an enormous amount of hope in his voice. As he would soon learn…No, it wasn’t.

Once Niagara got to the bottom, he found out that he was wrong. It was the exact opposite, he found out, as he asked a fireman “What happened here?” with an uncertain joy. “Somebody was found dead here. You know that guy that went out with Niagara Yellowstone to find that dead guy? Well, he was just found dead at the bottom of the falls. By the way, what happened to that Niagara guy, anyway?” answered the fireman. “That ‘Niagara Guy’ you mentioned is standing in front of you and talking to you as we speak.” said Niagara solemnly. Then, without waiting for an answer from the now what seemed speechless fireman, he walked away rather quickly to tell the mayor the news.

On his way, Niagara ran in to many people who said either “Hey, you’re the guy that went looking for Jones Nevada, eh? What happened to him?” or “What happened to Mr. Nevada?” , and Niagara would just answer “He’s dead.”

As soon as he arrived in front of the Mayor’s house, the guards recognized Niagara, and quickly let him in with anxious look in their eyes. Once Niagara entered the house, the mayor came running into the hallway, eager for the news. “Mayor,” said Niagara in a sad tone “I’m sorry to report that Jones Nevada is dead.” “I’m not surprised,” said a rather calm and at ease Mayor. “I mean, he was out there for over a month and a half without food. I didn’t expect him to make it.” He seemed a little too calm to Niagara, but that wasn’t his concern.

As Niagara headed toward the door of the mayor’s house, the Mayor said “What about your payment, Niagara?” in a sweet  tone. “What do you mean?” asked Niagara cautiously. “Is this some kind of joke?” “No joke. I swear.” said the mayor, now speaking seriously. “Your payment will be $1,200,” said the Mayor with happiness in his voice. “Because you ended a string of deaths.” “Wow. Thanks mayor, thanks so much. Now, if you don’t mind, I have to go home and take the news to my wife and children!” exclaimed a now jubilant Niagara. But just when things where going right, Niagara would learn that a trip from Buffalo to Ontario was much harder than a trip from Ontario, especially when you only have one person.

When Niagara Yellowstone, the now Buffalo-Famous adventurer, went to journey on his own through the wilderness of the Buffalo Forest, people trailed after him like stray dogs. They chanted “Niagara,…Niagara,…Niagara!” until he told them to turn around, and go home. Once he was within fifteen yards of the border, he started running, as if it was instinct. He knew he had at least two days ‘til he got home. Soon, fog had once again surrounded him. It got dark, almost as dark as night, when Niagara knew it was only 1:00 in the afternoon. He thought to himself ‘Boy, and I thought that the situation was bad when I crossed the border from Canada to U.S.A. with Frederick.’ He would soon realize that is was bad then, but the forecast was going to get even worse then, as he was going to have some atrocious on his trip home.

As Niagara ventured through the evil forest, he came to a small river he hadn’t crossed on his way to Buffalo. “Hello, what’s this?” questioned Niagara to himself. “The water does seem clean, and I like water any time.” So he took a drink. That would be the only unsuspected nourishment that Niagara would get. It would be two whole days until he got home, and he knew that he would get extremely thirsty, so he got some of the water in a canteen that he had picked up back in Buffalo. It was a good idea to do, as you will soon learn.

As the second of three days neared it’s finish, Niagara had two thirds of the water left. As you can tell, he drank it wisely. “Boy, I’m getting worried,” said an afraid and jittery Niagara. “I probably took a wrong turn somewhere.” But that  wasn’t true. He was on the right track the whole way. When he crossed from the wilderness into Ontario, he was astounded to see buildings, because he had no clue that he was already in Ontario. That night, he slept seven miles from downtown. He thought to himself, before he went to himself ‘This will be great! I’ll be there in no time!’ He was mistaken. Greatly mistaken.

As of 9:00 the next morning, there was only one eighth left of the water. Niagara had been a bit thirsty the night before, as you can clearly tell. When he woke up, he was drenched in rain. There had been a horrible storm the last night. As he ventured toward downtown, he tripped over a stone. The stone had what seemed to Niagara red paint on it. That was only one possibility, though. “It could be blood!” shouted Niagara out loud. He bent down, and felt the red substance. Paint. “Phew! I really thought that it was blood for a second.” said a relaxed Niagara. The rest of the trip went very smoothly. As soon as he got home, his wife, Susan, and his kids, Gordie and Sedric surprised him with a celebration party. That was the end of Niagara Yellowstone’s excitement, but not his life’s story.

     Epilogue

“I have a package for Mr. Niagara Yellowstone. Is this the correct house?” asked the bike courier, in Asbury Park, New Jersey. “Yes it is,” answered Susan Yellowstone. “Niagara, you have a package!” shouted Susan into their mansion. “For me? Wow…46 years old, and I’m still getting mail from the old mayor in Buffalo!” It was true : 24 years since then ‘Niagara Incident’, the Mayor of Buffalo still sent him mail. “I wonder what’s going on in his family now?” thought Niagara out loud. “I wonder if the family had something special, like a marriage!” thought Niagara’s son, Gordie Jules, who had just had a wedding of his own. He was right on the mark with his prediction.

The package contained a letter that read as follows:

Dear Niagara Yellowstone,

Niagara, it seems impossible, but already 24 years have passed since the ‘Niagara Incident’. My son Thomas Redding, who as you know was born shortly after the end of the Incident, just had his wedding. In fact, it was a week ago exactly. Anyway, he married a wonderful young lady named Wendy Cassidy. He now goes by the name Thomas Cassidy, and lives in New York City. It was a great wedding, as everything went very smoothly. I surely hope to receive a message back from you soon!

Sincerely,
Louis Redding, The Former Mayor of Buffalo